They were so adorable, I must confess they charmed my heart beyond belief. They pulled from me a smile so deep that it must have been the experience of joy. I found myself lingering there in somehow divinely wondrous few moments.

Their mama was proud. You could tell by the tender care she gave each one. She nuzzled each and gave them each life giving kisses as mother dogs are called to do by nature or by some unseen angels who care for such ones as these. They looked as twins, these two little ones, as much as little Labrador retriever puppies can be twins. Two new lives born so perfect, but not quite fully formed, eyes still closed searching for the scent of life out here in this very big world.

As is reflective of my backwoods, buckskin, brawny style of life, I called one pup, Buck, and the other, Boo. And thus we began our long life together.

These two shared their motherís nurture and their distant fatherís heritage. Ancient instincts had come to both along a common path. They felt the same warmth from their motherís milk and the same petting of their masterís hand. Yet, from early on, Buck and Boo were of different ways.

Buck was bold. He was eager to break the rules I made, always wanting to explore the realms beyond the boundaries of my definition of civilized cohabitation with the human creature in his life. In contrast, Boo was always yearning to please, the first to master the skills required of a well-trained, well-mannered dog. He seemed quite at ease with the ways of human domesticity. Buck strained at the leash; Boo never needed one.

On our walks, Boo would stay near to me, not daring to go too far off the well-worn path. While Buck . . . well, Buck . . . he was always chasing rabbits, whether the rabbits were truly there or not. So our walks were always filled with my shouts, ďBuck, get back here; get back here, boy.Ē All the while, I would be returning Booís worried gaze with a petting pat upon his head.

We grew old together, Buck, Boo and me. Buck was always being called the bad boy of the pair, the strong-willed, independent, far less obedient of the two. Boo was always the good boy of this ill-matched team, the highly devoted one, so dependent, so willing to play by the rules. Yet with all of that, I loved them both and they both loved me.

Good and bad, so difficult to determine which is which and which is best. Buck was born Buck and lived well Godís dream for him. And Boo was born Boo and lived well Godís dream for him.

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You don't know how much I needed to read this today! I babysit my grandchildren and one is definitely a "Buck." Today "Buck" has challenged me every step of the way. You story reminds me that there is a purpose in the way God has creatd my "Buck" and my "Boos." Thank you for hearing the voice of God and writing this enlightening story. Well done!

I really enjoyed reading this...very tender. I own a "Buck" and a "Boo," only their names are "Sox" and "Mocha." Naturally, the female is the well-behaved of the two. :) Well written, and a nice feel-good story.

Somehow, I could hear James Stewart telling this story as I read it. Very smooth writing. Something very unique about the style.
Truly enjoyable.
As I write this, my 2 Aussies are at my feet, one saint and one rascal.
Mona

Some human "Bucks" compare themselves to "Boos" all of life instead of resting in how God has made them. And if a life is filled with "shouts", God is faithful nevertheless, doing what it takes--little or much--to keep us all in line. Great writing.

I really like the voice of this. The love for your two dogs comes through. Great parallels (albeit unspoken) to humans and how we need to see each of them as God does - good - even when we only see bad.

The Title, "Buck and Boo", drew me in like a lure. Great take on the Topic, plus a sweet, lovable story of two of God's furry little creatures. As an avid fan of God's very creative animal kingdom, and partial to dogs, I enjoyed this story immensely! Well Done!